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When Tong Yao told Chi Yiyin that there was no official large-scale league or team in the game field, and there was no "official" power in the game field, Chi Yiyin felt weird.

Partition and reunion is an inevitable trend of human beings.

Humans are social animals. When they realize that they cannot survive the law of the jungle alone, they will instinctively seek protection and hug other people closely for warmth.

However, the greed and jealousy of human nature will make this alliance fragile. Any benefit that only a few people can obtain will become a gap that destroys the alliance relationship.

This is the law.

Chi Yiyin knew that when so many people came together, it was impossible that there would never be a large union.

really.

Although Tong Yao is a twelve-year-old player, because her early level is not high, the information she can access is too limited compared with Red Bird, so she doesn't know the alliance that only exists between high-level and awakened ones.

From the appearance of the alliance to the loneliness, it is like a dream, and many people who are vaguely asleep have withered before they wake up.

"But now, there is another force in the game field."

Red Bird thought for a while, and said: "But compared with the alliance, that power is more mysterious and ancient, and even the information I can get is not much."

Chi Yiyin raised his hand in a "please" gesture, and asked Red Bird to continue talking.

"That is a power composed entirely of awakened ones."

Red Bird said: "The alliances that Jingcha has participated in are mostly ordinary people's high-level self-help, and the more mysterious power belongs to the awakened ones. There are even rumors."

He paused, and then slowly said seriously: "...God is in that organization."

god?

Chi Yiyin frowned, and in an instant, the orphanage church, the stained glass window and the cold **** statue under the floating dust appeared in his mind.

It is always compassionate, always high above.

But it will never respond to the crying and begging of the world.

It would be too ridiculous for anyone to pin their hopes on God, or to think that there really is a God in the world.

The mocking smile on Chi Yiyin's lips was fleeting, and it didn't interfere with Red Bird's interest in continuing.

"Brother Chi, if you want to find the awakened organization, I advise you to give up."

But the red bird sincerely persuaded: "It's too difficult."

As an intelligence expert, Red Bird, of course, would not allow the game field to have blank parts in his cognition. He also thought about trying his best to fill in the gaps about that organization, but no matter in the black market, forums, or temporary residence Area.

No information on this organization can be found anywhere.

It's like a ghost, it doesn't really exist, so naturally it can't be caught.

Red Bird reasonably deduced a few awakened people who might know the inside story, but even if Jingcha beat the other party to the last breath, the other party still gritted his teeth and insisted that he had never heard of any organization.

However, the firmness in the man's eyes betrayed him.

If you really don't know, there will only be confusion and hatred in your eyes, and you will feel that you are unlucky.

Instead of being like that person, insisting on never letting go.

Red Bird was taken aback.

He realized that if this organization really existed, then maybe...it would not repeat the mistakes of ordinary people, and would not become the Tower of Babel under the wrath of God.

Perhaps, the hope that the game field can pass the level and leave lies in these people.

"Actually, twelve years ago, the game field had an experience that almost successfully passed the level."

Red Bird said: "That time was infinitely close to success. At that time, many people felt the earthquake in the game field. We really thought we could go home. Unfortunately, in the end, there was a lot of thunder and rain. Nothing happened. Many people Looking forward to a game in vain, the will that was not strong enough began to collapse."

"But for someone like me, there is hope."

Red Bird said with a smile: "After all, what happened that time let many people know that the direction of my efforts was not wrong. It is not just a legend that the game field can get through and leave."

"As long as we have the experience of being close to victory, then we are not afraid of failure again and again. Since we were only close, it doesn't matter whether it is life or failure, as long as we can fill this gap."

Red Bird shrugged and smiled lightly.

But Chi Yiyin could tell that the other party made a firm determination with a smile.

Red Bird wanted to live, but was already prepared to die in the next second.

Yes, these people... were all looking for life, and he didn't dislike them.

Or to put it another way - such a group of people is what Chi Yiyin likes.

A genius will be identified as a monster among ordinary people, and only in his own group will he be happy like a fish in water.

Chi Yiyin crossed her hands on the table in front of her, and the smile on her lips was covered. When Red Bird turned his gaze to look at him again, he had restrained the admiring smile in his eyes.

"If you find out about them later, you must tell me."

Red Bird smiled and said, "I'm curious, what kind of people are they?"

Mysterious, dangerous, but powerful.

Like a ghost lurking in the game field, it is the most likely hope for all players to leave victoriously.

Red Bird really wanted to meet them face to face. He had too many questions to ask, and he also had a vague mentality of a fan pilgrimage to an idol.

But when he mentioned this matter, he just casually teased it, and didn't really have hope for Chi Yiyin.

——After all, in the past twelve years, exhausting the limit of his ability and intelligence network, he can only find out some plausible rumors, and up to now, he only knows that it is real.

How could Chi Yiyin know more? An organization that hasn't appeared in twelve years will also not appear in front of Chi Yiyin.

Another thing that Red Bird specifically reminded Chi Yiyin was about the temporary residence area.

He told Chi Yiyin that he must never enter the temporary living area, or any resting place other than the dungeon.

"Although there was no temporary living area at the beginning, players could also stay in the rest hall before entering the dungeon, or the live broadcast hall outside of the dungeon, but there was no home like the temporary living area that was too similar to reality. Feel."

When Red Bird first entered the game field, everything was not as standardized as it is now, and it was still in the period of barbaric growth. There were tens of millions of players, but they couldn't even figure out the rules of the game field.

After all, the system has always been more willing to see players die, and has always adhered to the style of don't ask, don't tell. Players can only confirm and ask the system after they find out the rules.

They rely on death to accumulate experience and find their way. They are physically and mentally exhausted and afraid, but they have no place to rest. Without rest, they fall into a vicious circle, and the death rate continues to rise.

At that time, the players died in batches like chicks who couldn't keep alive. The remaining people who were still alive were scared out of their wits, and many of them were unwilling to enter the instance again, but instead lay on the floor in the temporary rest hall like homeless people.

Including many new players who are newcomers and are not familiar with the game field and just follow the example of their predecessors.

Even though there were many awakeners and high-level players among these players, when they were promoted to A-level, they found a clear sense of stagnation.

That's not a lack of strength, but a vacancy in the soul. It seems that he has been deprived of the qualification to enter the core, and he can't find the truth even after entering the A-level dungeon several times.

Therefore, the high-level players including Red Bird couldn't help guessing that perhaps it was precisely because they stayed in the rest area at the beginning that they lacked stamina.

"After discovering this incident, the high-level players were polarized, and some of them completely stayed in the temporary residence area, such as me."

Red Bird blinked at Chi Yiyin, and pointed to himself: "As a logistics staff, I will support my companions with supplies and intelligence from the temporary residence area."

"The other part, like Jingcha, began to be active in various instances for a long time, trying to compress the time in the temporary residence as much as possible."

"If it is not necessary, don't go to the temporary residence area. The safe and stable life there will corrode a soldier's will."

But as he spoke, Red Bird's face became serious, and he solemnly said to Chi Yiyin: "Promise me, unless you give up and leave the game field, or you are dying of injuries, absolutely, never enter the temporary residence area!"

Chi Yiyin blinked slowly, and agreed to Red Bird without the slightest hesitation.

But at the same time, other speculations surfaced in his mind.

The reason why Chi Yiyin has not entered the temporary living area until now, in the final analysis, is because of the system's tricks after the end of the first copy, and even has something to do with Li Sijun.

After all, his invitation letter from the Snow Mountain Hotel had exactly the same number as the invitation letter in Li Sijun's hand.

Except that it was Li Sijun who copied the qualifications to him with his own invitation letter, Chi Yiyin didn't think about it.

Otherwise, if it is a normal newcomer, they will get the initial guidance of the system after entering the F-level novice game, can start the live broadcast smoothly, and can naturally enter the temporary residence area.

Before that, most of the players, including Chi Yiyin, felt that this was a rare kindness and humanization of the system, and it belonged to the category of protection for newcomers.

But until now, when the red bird clearly explained to him the dangers of the temporary residence, Chi Yiyin suddenly realized how deep the system's malicious intentions are, it is hard to guess, and it is impossible to guard against.

If we really look at the general feelings of those high-level players, everyone who has entered the temporary residence area will lose the qualification to open the game field...

That is equivalent to, when a player is still ignorant and confused, the system confuses the player with the illusion of warmth, making him trust the system, but at the same time destroying his qualifications.

What's more, let the image of "safety and stability" in the temporary residence be deeply rooted in the player's mind, so that he has a good impression of the temporary residence from the very beginning, no matter how many copies he enters in the future, it will be difficult to change his subconscious escape .

After all, people have the instinct to seek pleasure and seek safety.

If a person has a retreat, he will not go all out.

When these players encounter a difficult crisis, he will no longer think that this is a life and death battle, and he must desperately defeat the enemy. Instead, they will feel that there is no need to work hard, and it is better to earn points and stay in the temporary residence area.

The system expands this weakness and indecision infinitely, shaking all those who are not firm-willed, and also makes players who cannot get rid of the herd mentality stay in the temporary residence area for a long time, and gradually lose the idea of ​​​​resisting and leaving the game field.

You can tell from the fact that the temporary residence area is built to be no different from reality.

Although most people think this is the kindness of the game field, but Chi Yiyin thinks that this is a lie of the game field.

It confuses people's hearts with its gentle appearance, making it hard for people to see the maliciousness it hides deeply.

Chi Yiyin pursed her lips tightly, her expression was rarely serious.

"He never entered the transit zone."

In the cafe, the gentle smile on the face of the woman in a long skirt slowly disappeared, and she looked at Li Sijun with surprise in her eyes.

"You should know what that means."

Li Sijun was indifferent, still sitting leisurely in front of the bar, his slender figure was straight and elegant, and his style was free and easy like flowing clouds.

He focused on the book in his hand, occasionally turning a page slowly, reading slowly and carefully, completely unable to tell that he had already read it a second time.

This is exactly the book Chi Yiyin wrote in the Golden Temple.

If it was curiosity at the beginning, now Li Sijun has been deeply attracted by Chi Yiyin's book.

Chi Yiyin is often used to writing with a subject, and this is also to write about those inhuman things, with their experiences as the core.

But this time, what Chi Yiyin wrote was no longer a real person.

It's a concept, a group, an implicit rule.

The more Li Sijun looked deeper, the more frightened he felt.

How many people can see through the falsehood and get to the essence?

Chi Yiyin... What he wrote was not a book, but an accurate grasp of the core of the copy!

And the basis for him to do this turned out to be just a coffee shop, a memory.

In the quiet cafe, Bai Lan was unconscious on the sofa, only the sound of pages turning, was as quiet as death.

There is no life here, it is the final destination of death.

The store manager looked at Li Sijun with a smile, persistently wanting an answer.

—Why, let an existence that is qualified to open up the game field be allowed?

"Do you think I did something wrong?"

Li Sijun raised his eyelashes, half closed the book in his hand, and calmly looked at the woman in the long skirt: "Do you think I should kill him, so as to avoid future troubles forever?"

The store manager smiled softly, but spoke decisively: "Isn't it?"

"If anyone is qualified to stand here, I only recognize you. The rest..."

Her smiling face is calm and trustworthy, but her words are completely different from her appearance and cold: "A group of souls who are not firm at all, only indulge in their own happiness and happiness, and have never had the persistence to explore the ancient galaxy and the core truth. "

"They don't have the qualifications and ability to run the world."

Li Sijun chuckled, but was noncommittal.

"Then you must meet Chi Yiyin, and then you will know what a dazzling soul it is."

"I had similar views with you until I met Chi Yiyin."

Li Sijun paused, his eyes darkened: "He is different."

It was precisely because of this that he let himself pay attention to Chi Yiyin, and even isolated him from the temporary living area at first.

The woman in the long skirt couldn't understand, and looked at Li Sijun with eyes full of disapproval.

Li Sijun raised his hand and pushed the book under his palm to the opposite side.

"He is writing with his soul and shouting for the world. When you dismiss him, he takes you seriously."

He lowered his eyes and smiled lightly, and when he mentioned Chi Yiyin, there was a flash of tenderness in his expression.

"And, I see through you."

How cute... Yinyin.

Never caring what other people say, he only acts according to his own ideas, and he is unshakable.

When the others thought they had seen through Chi Yiyin, they didn't know that they were the prey caught by the trap instead.

Li Sijun recalled that when Chi Yiyin was sitting in his arms, that cold young man showed such a serious but unguarded appearance in the form of a young man.

The woman in the long skirt frowned and looked at Li Sijun's expression, but didn't understand what he meant for a while.

Until she opened the book.

After reading a few sentences, she slowly opened her eyes wide, in disbelief: "This..."

She has already seen that the person who wrote this book is not writing a story.

It is the core thing of the copy.

— Human weakness.

Among the past dungeons, those who were able to break through the reappeared good memories and leave were rare. And no one has ever written the copy itself into the book.

The girl in the long skirt read faster and faster, and the more she read, the more violent her heart became.

She realized that, just as Li Sijun said... this unknown, quiet but "people-eating" cafe in the corner of the city, no one has ever noticed what is under the cafe, but Chi Yiyin With only one book and a teasing tone, everything is told vividly and vividly.

"you…"

The woman in the long skirt was silent for a long time before she forced herself to speak again: "Is it death that you want? That's why you have retained his qualifications from the beginning and waited for him to kill you?"

Li Sijun blinked, but only tilted his head, without giving her an affirmative answer.

But in fact, it's not.

At the beginning, it was just because Chi Yiyin was so unique in the live broadcast, but he didn't feel nervous and flustered about taking an unusual path. It seemed that he had already determined that he would win no matter what.

So Li Sijun also wanted to see if the other party was really what he showed.

If once was a coincidence, what about the second time? Accidents don't happen in succession. If Chi Yiyin can win twice in a row and make a different but most correct decision, maybe, maybe...

As Li Sijun thought about it, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and because Chi Yiyin looked back at the snow-capped mountain that once again appeared in his mind, his eyes gradually became darker.

From pure curiosity to later attention, Li Sijun realized it when he reorganized his emotions.

—Curiosity is the beginning of exploring and understanding a person.

But later, he really had this idea.

Perhaps, Chi Yiyin is the person in the prophecy, he will... kill himself as predicted.

Li Sijun didn't explain the truth to the store manager, and she guessed whatever she wanted, and he was not interested in telling others about the process of him getting closer to Chi Yiyin, and being peeped into his emotions by others.

The woman in the long skirt took Li Sijun's silence as an acquiescence, her hand holding the book gradually trembled, and she could barely hold the light weight.

The moment the spine of the book hit the bar, the whole book collapsed into countless light spots and disappeared in her hands.

A scream suddenly came from the depths of the cafe.

The woman in the long skirt raised her head quickly, her eyes were like lightning, and she looked straight into the darkness deep in the cafe.

There was no candlelight, only the bottomless darkness. Behind the ornately carved black lacquered screen was a space that far exceeded the capacity of a cafe.

The wind blowing from there was cold and bloody, and the heart-piercing screams echoed in the open environment, like the sound of death approaching step by step.

The shouting stopped abruptly, and then there was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Then there was the sound of scattered items, heavy footsteps...

Everything is hidden in the dark, and it is impossible to see clearly what happened.

But the woman in the long skirt has slowly turned cold, all the previous tenderness is gone, her eyebrows are straight and her eyes are raised, like a Valkyrie about to go to the battlefield.

Before the figure in the darkness came out, Bai Lan, who had fallen asleep on the sofa before, felt as if someone was harassing her in her sleep. The cold palms slowly moved up along the spine, a move that lingered in the back of her heart for a long time. It aroused Bailan's instinctive vigilance.

He turned over, subconsciously wanting to hide the deadly spot, but felt a cold wind passing by the back of his neck faintly, his scalp was numb, and goose bumps formed densely from his neck to his ankles.

Bai Lan frowned tightly, struggling to wake up from the sweet dream.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he suddenly met another pair of eyes, empty and dead silent, the smell of rotting corpses wafted over, making Bailan "shua!", and the cold sweat on his back instantly fell.

He jumped off the couch like a spring, keeping himself as far away from the thing as possible.

After pulling away the distance, Bai Lan collected herself and finally saw clearly what it was.

As he saw in his half-dream and half-awake state, it was a rotting corpse, but it was forced out of the gaps in the sofa cushions. The crowded and narrow space made all the rotting flesh on its arms scraped off. Heaped on the edge of the gap, less than five centimeters away from the position of Bailan's face when he just lay on his side.

As long as he goes a little further, he will encounter the rotten flesh of a rotting corpse...

This realization made Bailan's stomach sour, almost nauseating.

And the rotting corpse was still half stuck in the gap, only half of its body was squeezed out from the gap, and the rotting arm that had been stretched out desperately moved forward, trying to grab the nearest Bailan.

Perhaps it was because the carrion had become rotten and waxy, and the carrion became extremely slippery and flexible, like a pool of liquid, the gaps that were impossible for ordinary people to realize were nothing but a breeze for it.

Bailan got up, freed up the extra space under the sofa, and also allowed the rotting corpse to quickly pull away, and quickly crawled out, gradually approaching Bailan.

At the same time, in the shadow by the window, there was another pair of dead, empty eyes, silently watching Bailan.

Not only under the windows, but also behind the curtains, behind the screens, at the corners...all the shadows that cannot be illuminated by light hide their figures, and the smell of corpses permeates the cafe.

Because he was awakened in a defenseless sleep, a high-level player like Bailan was also frightened and his heart was beating wildly. He couldn't recover for a long time. alert.

When the rotting corpse took a step forward, he took a step back, watching the rotting corpse continuously drop pieces of rotten meat as it walked, and was trampled into a pulp by itself.

The reason why Bailan appeared in this dungeon was because he was curious about the abnormal movements of Jingcha and Red Bird, and he had a far greater understanding of this dungeon than any other player because of his identity as the creator of the temporary residence area. learn.

This is a dungeon that cannot be resisted. Any weapon here is just a plasticine toy, which will shatter when touched.

Anyone who is not strong-willed here will not be able to use his power, and will even be addicted to beauty forever, and will never be able to leave the cafe.

For Bai Lan, no matter how much money he has, and the unparalleled prestige and status that ordinary people can't match, he is actually very clear about what he has given up.

He is a person who is not firm enough. Under the temptation of wealth and status, he chose the easier path, and he is unwilling to gamble his life for his ideals.

What are you doing out there? Is everything so good in reality?

He has money and status here, and if he is a high-level player and the creator of the temporary residence area, many people will look up to him. He has a great reputation here and is full of ambition.

And back to reality... In reality, he has a mother who gambles, a father who is an alcoholic, and a younger brother who gets into trouble every day in street fights and racing cars. Parents asked for money, and they beat or scolded.

The younger brother in adolescence also often thinks that he is not cool enough, dislikes him for being so spineless, and bows his head to work for others.

As long as he thinks about it for a moment, that quagmire will make him collapse.

Even the reason why Bailan entered the game field was because his younger brother hit someone in a racing car. In order to prepare for the medical expenses of the injured, he had to work long hours and intensively. In the machine tool.

He gave everything he could for this family.

After killing people and seeing blood in the game field, the dark side that he has been suppressing in reality has been released.

Sometimes he would even think about killing the whole family when he returned to reality, and then stuffing their bodies into the sewer at night, so that he could get rid of the nightmare that made him tired.

But later, Bailan didn't think so.

Because he figured it out, he gave up returning to reality, and also gave up the ideals he had promised with his companions. After gaining wealth and status, he felt that he finally had a real sense of being alive.

But in the midnight dream, Bailan also woke up from the nightmare countless times screaming and evading in a hurry, thinking that those dead companions had returned, so she hid in his room and wanted to kill him.

Bailan personally destroyed her once strong personality, turning herself into a weak and unstable person.

He knew that he couldn't exert his original strength in this dungeon, and all he could rely on was his own identity, so that the partner's system could protect him.

but now…

Bailan looked at the rotting corpses besieged from all directions, but his thoughts began to waver, and the nightmare he had forgotten in the past came back again.

Looking at these rotting corpses, Bai Lan seemed to see another self.

What if he hadn't given up his ideal back then?

If he died on the battlefield with his companions, would he be like Jingcha now, who survived with such vitality, lived a radiant and real life. Rather than being like him, no matter how expensive gemstones and fine wines, no matter how expensive the wealth is, they cannot suppress the hesitation and regret that he whispers all the time.

He regrets it.

But dare not say that I regret it.

But now, with these rotting corpses gradually approaching him, Bai Lan was once again overwhelmed by previous emotions, as if now was a night of countless regrets.

Compared with nausea and horror, what Bai Lan fears more is herself.

— On the rotting corpse, he saw himself in a trance.

This made the rotting corpses have not really attacked Bailan, but his mental defenses gradually began to collapse, and he was defeated without a fight.

Bailan hurriedly hid from the screen next to him, wanting to stop seeing the rotting corpse, but he didn't expect that he just got into the back of the screen and fell into the arms of a rotting corpse, staining his hands all over. Sticky corpse oil.

Under the dim candlelight, the rotting corpse was so close to his face that he could even see the rotten nerves in the black eye sockets.

Feeling sick, Bailan tried hard to suppress her urge to vomit, turned around in a panic and rushed out.

But where to flee?

No matter which direction Bai Lan rushed towards, he could always see the carrion hidden in the dark corner.

It's under the tablecloth, it's hidden under the sofa, it's even pushed down and smashed in the statue...it's still there.

Broken pieces of white porcelain and plaster fell to the ground, and were polluted by the liquefied flesh and blood that had been sealed away from the statue for an unknown period of time. The black corpse fluid, as thick as petroleum, dyed the beautiful snow-white statue into an ugly black.

Only the broken eyes of the statue, lying on the back in the corpse fluid, looked up at the white and blue quietly and compassionately, like the mercy of the gods, watching the sinners in pain and suffering.

Bailan lost her composure in a panic, and could no longer make an accurate judgment, so she could only run around in the cafe like headless chickens.

"The store manager! Did you design this long ago?"

At a loss, Bailan saw the woman in a long skirt standing behind the bar, so all her anger and panic had an outlet: "Are you plotting against me and trying to kill me! I am the founder of the temporary residence area ,how dare you!"

The woman in the long skirt had cold eyebrows and eyes, she didn't pay attention to Bailan at all.

Sword in both hands, she turned over the bar and rushed into the carrion, like the gatekeeper of hell, the Valkyrie who guarded the soul.

Anyone who rushes into her domain and wants to harm a soul in front of her eyes will become a dead soul under her sword.

"you?"

The woman in the long skirt sneered: "For a weak soul like you, you have to go to war to destroy the tomb of the soul—do you think too highly of yourself? Temporary residence, high-ranking, what kind of thing are you besides these titles?"

"These rotting corpses..."

She looked at Li Sijun seriously, suppressing her anger in awe: "Even if the souls are dead, they are still killing each other. The gods mercifully gave them gifts, but they discarded them like shoe shoes, neither cherishing them nor being grateful."

"Is this what you want to see when you give them spiritual stability and beauty?"

The rotting corpses were indeed not arranged by the woman in the long skirt, and they were not only aimed at Bailan.

There are beautiful and exquisite dolls everywhere in the cafe. They wear beautiful and elegant clothes, their hair is combed softly, and they have relaxed smiles on their faces, which makes people feel good when they see them.

Ordinary customers will unconsciously lighten their footsteps when they see them, not wanting to disturb their good sleep and break this beauty.

But now, the dolls, who were carefully and tenderly taken care of by the woman in the long skirt, were grabbed from the flowers by the dirty and rotten hands of the carrion corpses. Their clean and beautiful clothes were immediately stained with black and red stains, and their soft hair was also stained. Messed up carelessly.

The woman in the long skirt had a terribly gloomy expression, even though she was angry, she couldn't take the initiative to attack.

She is the keeper of the tomb, guarding the tomb for all the souls who voluntarily gave up the world, and under the mercy and tolerance of the gods, she gave these weak souls a home so that they could sleep peacefully here.

All souls who give up hope in life and cannot bear the cruel world will become her "children" who will be cared for by her and gain the peace of mind of returning to their mother.

And those dolls placed in the cafe are the carriers of the soul, the proof of their entry into the grave.

As the manager of the cafe, the woman in the long skirt has always protected this place very well. No one has ever been able to break into the cafe rashly and hurt the soul here.

But now, those dolls were held by the rotting corpses, leaving scars and stains wantonly.

She even saw that one of the dolls had been squeezed out of shape by the carrion.

The eyes of the woman in the long skirt are about to burst.

next second—

"Boom!" There was a loud noise.

The beautiful doll exploded in the hands of the rotting corpse, turning into a ball of tattered cloth and cotton, scattered into the messy corpse oil all over the floor.

At this moment, the woman in the long skirt seemed to have received an order, and kicked the ground hard with her feet and ejected away.

Her eyes had turned into blood-red vertical pupils like beasts. A black cat appeared on her shoulders at some point. Two pairs of similar vertical pupils stared coldly at the carrion in front of her. The sharp sword in her hand swept away. Cut through the air with a sharp explosion.

Gravekeepers cannot take the initiative to attack, but they can use all means to fight back when attacked.

She is the tenderness of humming a lullaby for the doll, but also the cruelty of the sword.

The long skirt rolled up in mid-air like a blooming lotus flower, but the sharp blade in both hands showed no mercy, and the corpse parts were scattered under the slashing.

Rotting corpses seem to be ignorant of fear. They emerge from every dark corner of the cafe, ignoring Bailan, the real person, the store manager and Li Sijun, and their only targets are the people everywhere. dolls.

Their dirty claws gripped the dolls tightly, ruining the beautiful image in an instant.

The doll was torn to pieces, and when it fell into the corpse water, there was a faint sob and low cry, low sorrow and mourning, but there was nothing to do, and it quickly disappeared in the cafe.

A light wind blows gently in the cafe. When passing by the woman in a long skirt, the wind surrounds her as if embracing her, thanking her for the long-term care, and then bids farewell to her, blowing to the deepest part of the cafe A dark and unpredictable space.

The store manager's roar was like a shattered soul, like a mother who lost her children, it was unbearable to listen to.

The cafe was in a mess, and scattered corpses kept falling down, like a stinky rain of blood, polluting the originally exquisite and elegant cafe into a mess and filth.

Bailan, who had maintained her aura in front of Jingcha before, no longer cared about her status or wealth.

He has never realized so clearly at any moment that in the face of death and absolute power, all are equal.

— Equal power without choice.

Bai Lan ran around in a hurry in the cafe, dodging the falling corpses and fearing that he would encounter a rotting corpse, he scratched his eyes like crazy, scratched his eye sockets and cheeks until blood dripped, and still kept on scratching, as if as long as He was blind and couldn't see those carrion corpses, so he wouldn't think of the pain he had suffered.

However, Bai Lan, who had lost his mind, didn't realize that, from the beginning to the end, the rotting corpse had no intention of harming him.

— they just want to let him be them.

pain?

For the wrong decision you have made, the tragic consequences of your choice, do you want to have another chance. It seems that the answer to the paper has already been handed in, trying to revise it again.

—Another road that I did not choose must be much better than the one I have already decided on.

So, even if I break through death, I want to have another life.

The rotting corpse tightly grasped the woman in the long skirt's sword, roaring resentfully.

This is not my peace at all, this is hell, your trap! It was you who induced me to give up my life and exchange the so-called happiness and beauty with death. You are devils!

Give me back my life that was robbed of me!

I should have a better life!

The woman in the long skirt sneered, and mercilessly swung her sword down.

"Induction? Devil?"

Her eyebrows were cold and serious: "Obviously you are the ones who dare not walk into the darkness and walk through the place of suffering. You are frightened by your own life and want to seek a relaxed and happy life."

"This is the choice you make for your own life, and God is merciful and has given you beautiful dreams that should not belong to you, so that you can sleep soundly and peacefully here."

"But you hate the gods instead, and tell yourself to be kind and innocent..."

"But what you have on your hands now is clearly the sorrow and tears of other souls!"

The woman in the long skirt and the black cat opened their mouths wide at the same time, roaring angrily